Douglas Scotney Poems

Brought up to wash my hands
After I'd patted a dog
I thought I'd have a glove at hand
In the palace of Betty and Phil.
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It was breath's demand
that oscillations calm
till breath was the only thing
and was breath's demand
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After a bashing murder
in a lowland forest,

in a mountain forest,
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entre les deux:
lever et coucher—
le jour;
et avant et après—
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You could surmise
that light and taste
extend the brain
to eliminate surprise;
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'Put It In Your Jaw',
she called it,
the local restaurant,
and 'Rigor Mortis:
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His finger in its mouth,
'Now I know it!
It's the good qualities
of cats and humans
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A world
of grief-ignoring life-forms
suggesting
grief destroys form
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Not cool
in any sense but less-hot
cat-shit-smelling air
I tolerated
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3-D copies
amused the bastard
until he found the biggest creation,
which did the amusing
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